by Alex Roissetter | Mar 30, 2010 | Poetry
How to spot an older soldier, When he is not in greens, Is that he may be naturally bolder, In many of the civilian scenes. First of all is the way he talks, And the proudness in his voice, And the conviction in the way he walks, His composure is not a choice. He does...
by Alex Roissetter | Jan 11, 2010 | Poetry
You sit on the green seats, Firing at each other with words, The whistles of accusations fly over your heads, Like supersonic birds. Some ricochet off your armour, But few pierce your skin, And the wounds are felt in your pockets, And all you do is grin. The air is...
by Alex Roissetter | Jan 11, 2010 | Poetry
The Head Monster I have a monster in my head, I can feel it move around, I hide it so you never see, And they have named it P.T.S.D. I have panic in my voice box, I can feel it rising up, All I want to do is scream, And forget all the nightmares that I’ve seen. I have...
by Alex Roissetter | Dec 5, 2009 | Poetry
The Legions Fields You walk through the ranks of the legions fields, Tracing the outline of emboldened shields, Feeling the coarse stone with the tips of your fingers, And at the name, your hand lingers. The wilted flowers that are lying beneath, Where once from a...
by Alex Roissetter | Oct 7, 2009 | Poetry
You have seen me in the streets, You have seen me in the stream, You have seen me working alone, Or working in a team. You may not have noticed me, When you look at where I am, I blend in with everything, With the changing of my cam. Today I show...
